Nagendra Sharma
Strange imaginings came flocking in as I perched precariously in a crowded corner of an improvised wooden pavilion, under an open sky, that...
Gaurav Ojha
I have not discarded myselfAs such to forget our shared experiencesBut the person I rememberMay not be the same person I have forgottenAnd,...
Shashi Sharma
It was night and darkOne could see nothing from afarI came nearerWith actual fearAnd a little hopeHope became hope.Her face was hiddenBy a...
Satis Shroff
A Nepalese mother sits in front of her verandah, smokes her crude cigarette looks at the lofty Himalayan peaks and contemplates: my Nepal,...
Kewal Chandra Lama
The black morning, in a jacket of black leather,and a pair of black eyeglasses,saves us from the terrible bandit of nightmare, in...
Bimal Vaidhya
Leaving your brush in the pool of colors,you, the artistturned elsewhere.A form was taking shapeon the canvasapparently like a horsethat runs afar swiftlyseemingly...
LBÂ Chhetri
Hello, you allthe young ones!Where have you been?
Been to work, or to an inn?
A pendulum movesnow here, then there
Or a ballflies at the...
